1 "I come," the Savior cries,
Ye longing souls, I come;
Then gently through the yielding skies,
He bears His children home.
2 Long has th’aspiring saint
Stood waiting for the call,
And joyful now without a plaint,
Can leave this empty ball.
3 His cheerful look bespeaks,
A soul prepared to die;
Through all its bonds the spirit breaks,
Nor gives a parting sigh.
4 Of God and Heav’n possessed,
He now forgets his cares;
Nor sorrow more disturbs his rest,
Nor sin revives his fears.
5 But careless sinners, who
In slumbers spend their days,
Shall pass through scenes of various woe,
In one eternal maze.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16274